It's the day of the reaping and I don't want to leave the bed, where I'm safe and warm. I know I have to though. The peace keepers would come for me anyways. I make slow motions to get off my bed. I hear my mom running around the house. My door fly's open. She tells me to wake up in a frustrated tone. Once she sees me though, she calms down a bit. She is carrying a grey outfit. She gives it to me and grabs hold of my face and kisses my forehead. I get dressed and head down stairs. My brother have beat me here though, there already eating. No one says a word. I'm already so I head out for some fresh air. I see some chalk and begin to draw. I don't really know what I'm drawing, I'm not even thinking. Then I realize I'm drawing a type of flower, but no, it's not a flower, not in the least, it is a type of weed, a dandelion to be exact.
Right on cue I look up and see her with Gale Hawthorne walking right for me. She does not see me, but I only have seconds to hide. It's not like she know me or anything. But I don't want her to see me acting like a child and playing with chalk on a day like this! I run back inside acting like a total coward like always when I see her. I can't sit down though. I just keep pacing, and then all of a sudden I feel as if I'm not going to return to this home. That this will be the last time I see it. I mumble to myself a goodbye to district twelve. I don't even know why. I could never get picked, but I feel like something worse will happen today, something worse than getting picked for a death tournament.
Once my parents were ready we head down to the town square. Normally it is a marvellous place. But right now I want out. It feels like a prison. I sign in then wait for the show to begin. I hear the clicking of shoes, the shoes I have heard four times before, the shoes of Effie Trinket. I get worried. I look around at the girls, wondering who it is going to be. Effie is saying something, when I see her again. She looks worried. I just hope the name Effie picks is not Katniss Everdeen's name, and it's not, but it might as well should be, because the name that is picked is Primrose Everdeen, Katniss's little sister. Before I could even concentrate Katniss had volunteered and is about to mount the stage, giving her life away.
Effie continues talking as I debate with myself if I should volunteer, so I could try and protect Katniss. I know I would never have a shot, but maybe I could jump in front of a knife or something if it's coming at her. But I really won't do much good to her; I could just stay her and help Prim… But Effie as at the boys bowl. Her hand circles around, picks one name, then quickly walks to the microphone and calls out, in her silly voice, "Peeta Mellark!" and I know that it's a sign, I have to protect the girl I love. I have to protect Katniss Everdeen, even if it means my own death.